I'm just on a blog frenzy. I forgot that I wanted to write about my parents and their entertaining ways.

My mom said to David, "did you lose weight?" And then she asked, "do I look like I lost weight?" And of course David said yes. And my mom stood up from her chair (we were at a restaurant), and did a curtsy. A CURTSY! I love it!

There was a large Latino man bouncing in his car with hydraulics. My dad cracked up for a few seconds, and when he was able to catch his breath, said in English, "I like it." Then a few moments later, he clarifies "I don't like the car, I like the fat guy." No homosexual undertones, I think he just found him amusing. Then on our way up to Vegas, he asks if I have Michael Jackson. And I tell him no. And he says something about how that's good music and kinda sings the words "beat it."

It's been a very long time since I spent quality time with either of my parents. I don't know how I'm going to tell them I'm moving in with David. They're not going to like it. I plan on telling them how I'll be saving money, which is the main reason. But I already know they're going to say, "I'll pay for your rent!" Like they can afford it.

Life would be so much easier if they just let me do my own thing. Which they do for the most part. I told them that if I don't get into medical school, I want to become a teacher. And they reacted like it's the worst profession I could have chosen. What about the value of education? I do want to become a doctor though; I really want to live comfortably. Of course I'm not telling medical schools that. Ok I'm done blogging.

I've completed and submitted 6 secondary applications so far. I deserve a pat on the back, and since no one's around, I'll do it myself. Haha. I should be working on my 7th one right now, but the essay has really stumped me, and I just feel like taking a break and blogging. The essay question is:

1. Describe a situation in which you were really stressed. Tell us how you dealt with it. Please detail your reaction(s), and how it affected you. If this situation, or a similar one, were to happen again, how would you handle it?

I'm having trouble with this question because I can't think of a stressful situation! I'm almost wondering if I should make one up. Maybe blogging will help me brainstorm. Okay, it hit me. I'll write about the incident I wrote about in my last blog about my student scratching me. Maybe. Yeah, okay. Sounds good.

Now that's taken care of I guess I'll write about my boyfriend. His name is David Andrew Payne and we've been together for over 7 months, and I'll be moving in with him very soon. He's a very sweet and very cute guy who is constantly trying to please me. I'm his first real girlfriend and he tries his best not to do anything that will cause me to leave him. Our silly, cutesy personalities mesh together so well; it's nauseating to some people. We are still excited to see each other every time we're apart. It's been 7 months but we're as giddy as we were in our first month of dating.

When we first started dating, I had to do some soul searching. I felt like I owed it to Asian men to marry one. Like I shouldn't be one of those Asian girls who have been brainwashed by the media into thinking Asian men aren't attractive. He also never had sushi or pho before, and doesn't take his shoes off in the house, and didn't use chopsticks very well. But he was open to all of it. I don't know if I'm brainwashed by the media, but I got over it. He's open-minded and supports me in my Asian American activities. I've taken him to Kollaboration, APAAC, and Sketch Comedy Show for crying out loud. I've come to terms with it: I'm in love with a white guy. Now all I seriously think about is if our children will be the good-looking hapas or the not-so-good-looking hapas.